Blacktail Deer Plateau wannabee

She was useless. Days from her accident, the stiffness and pain in her limb had abated, and the majority of her cuts were scabbed over. It was progress; but what good was progress when it didn't allow her to do anything? She couldn't do anything that had her breath come quickly, for then her bruised rib burned with angry malice. She couldn't run, or hunt - whatever was broken in her paw had yet to mend. She huffed, upset with the world and herself, and lay her head in her paws. She would have remained like this a great deal longer had not a certain conversation and the thought of what she just might be able to do sprang to mind. She let a painful call for @Pema fall from her aching lungs, immediately hoping that she hadn't chosen an inconvenient time.